With his body immobile, except to respond to Mistress Affina's tugson his cock leash, slave stood as Her property to be inspected and evaluatedby anot...er. Conversation swirled around his head as they paid little attention to slave'snakedness. The shame slave wore, to be naked in front of another woman, hisarch rival. Mistress Affina had secured slave's hands behind him, knowing he made a betterappearance that way because it pushed his chest forward. His chest, mattedin thick hair and looked so. Bud kept pushing harder, matching Coach Fitzgerald stroke for stroke. He came back to Dorothy, her wet pussy, he had never known anything like it. It wasn't his first time, but it had always been a drier affair. He knew that at times, he was hurting her, but it turned him on to know he had a big cock. He pushed deeper, Ohh. Bud peeped back at Coach, who was now about to cum. Bud couldn't help it and he began to cum too, harder than he ever had. Ohhh-uhh.A knock came at the door and Bud closed. I pulled at her top and she raised her arms so that the flimsy material could slide off of her easily. She lay with an arch in her back as I lay down with her and I could feel that sensuous warmth as our bare stomachs touched and joined with each other. Our bodies began to move in time, a slow dancing rhythm that could stretch on for eternity, an endless satisfaction of peace within us. I reached behind her back and pushed at the clasp that held her bra in place, its soft cotton and flowery. I was hard again and I was slipping my cock back into Judy’s tight little pussy. I grabbed onto her tits and slammed into her ass cheeks as I fucked her. I was watching what Jack was doing to my wife with his fist and he was watching what I was doing to his wife with my cock. Occasionally we both watched what Judy was doing to my wife’s breasts and nipples.All of a sudden everything happened at once. Jack had been humping my wife’s leg and cum all over it. My wife had one final orgasm and.